Tien blasted through the door and saw Yamcha sitting on his knees in front
of the couch, with blood pouring out of his arm. Tien ran forward, and
Yamcha looked up, squinting slightly. Tien watched in horror as everything
around him seemed to move in slow motion. Yamcha smiled, a weak but
haunting smile, then his eyes rolled back into his head. Tien dove forward,
managing to catch Yamcha before he hit the ground.
Tien went on complete auto-drive. He ripped off part of the bottom of his pants leg and kept it tightly held between Yamcha's wrist and chest. Tien picked up Yamcha, holding him tightly, keeping the cloth in place by squeezing the limp wrist between both their chests. "Don't you dare die on me!" Tien whispered as he carried Yamcha to the only place he could think to go:
The Lookout.
*
"Do you have any threes, Mr. Popo?"
Mr. Popo shook his head. "Go fish, Sire."
Dende reached for the deck, but stopped short when he felt someone land outside. Was that Tien? "Mr. Popo, hurry!"
Mr. Popo nodded and quickly followed the running guardian out the door. They saw Tien holding a bundle of something . . . "Oh my gosh!" Dende said when he realized what it was. "Is that Yamcha? Mr. Popo, please take them to one of the bedrooms while I check for something."
Mr. Popo said a hasty, "Yes, Sire," before leading Tien into the palace and to a large bedroom. "You can put Yamcha down on this bed, and Mr. Popo will see to his wounds for now."
Tien carefully put Yamcha down on the bed, removing the soaked cloth, absentmindedly wiping some of the blood off his own chest.
Just then, Dende burst through the door. Glancing at Tien, he asked, "Are you hurt, too?"
Tien shook his head slowly.
"Good," Dende said as he rushed over to Yamcha. "I may need you to run an errand for me later." He stretched his arms towards Yamcha, and a green glow enveloped the pale man. The wrist wound closed immediately. "He's lost a lot of blood, this make take a while." He looked up at Tien and added softly, "Why don't you go clean up? Mr. Popo will come for you if we need anything, alright?"
Tien nodded. Feeling a bit of the fog lift from him, he asked, "Will he be alright?"
Dende looked back down at Yamcha and said, "I'm not going to lie to you." He looked back up again. "I don't know."
Tien turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Once Tien had closed the door, Mr. Popo asked Dende, "Sire, Mr. Popo thought that back on Namek you had healed Vegeta when he had had a hole in his middle the size of his head. You were much younger then and it didn't take you long."
"That's right," Dende replied. "But Vegeta had a great will to live and had held on. But Yamcha . . . I can tell that he did this to himself. His will to live is gone, so his spirit has already begun to go to the Other World. I don't know if I have the power to bring his spirit back, but I have the power to heal his body."
Mr. Popo nodded and watched as Dende attempted to bring back Yamcha's soul.
*
Tien stepped on the surprisingly warm tile floor. He closed the door and looked around the room with a kind of amazement at how well accommodated the barely ever used room was. Clean towels, a decently sized sink with extra toothbrushes, a large shower . . . and on top of all that, it was color coordinated! Soft teals and a calming shade of off white cradled him, and he felt a sense of peace. Reaching into the shower, he turned one of the metallic knobs and a soft rush of warm water sprung from the showerhead. It had been a long time since he had had a real shower. Since he usually lived in the middle of nowhere, how anything had become a delicacy.
He took off his pants and carefully laid them on the ground, quickly glancing at the door before taking off his underwear. Slipping into the shower, the blood on his chest became liquid when the water hit it, running a red trail down his body and swirling down the drain. Tien tilted his face up into the stream of water, some of the water misting and falling to his shoulders. He sat down and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, leaning back until he rested against the back of the tub. He slid down until he was sitting, pulling his knees to his chest and pressing two of his eyes against his knees until the back of his eyelids sparkled.
He refused to cry.
*
Author's Note: TADA! UPDATED! ^.^ Hope you enjoyed it, because I don't have a clue of what's going to happen by the end! ^.^;;;
Tien went on complete auto-drive. He ripped off part of the bottom of his pants leg and kept it tightly held between Yamcha's wrist and chest. Tien picked up Yamcha, holding him tightly, keeping the cloth in place by squeezing the limp wrist between both their chests. "Don't you dare die on me!" Tien whispered as he carried Yamcha to the only place he could think to go:
The Lookout.
*
"Do you have any threes, Mr. Popo?"
Mr. Popo shook his head. "Go fish, Sire."
Dende reached for the deck, but stopped short when he felt someone land outside. Was that Tien? "Mr. Popo, hurry!"
Mr. Popo nodded and quickly followed the running guardian out the door. They saw Tien holding a bundle of something . . . "Oh my gosh!" Dende said when he realized what it was. "Is that Yamcha? Mr. Popo, please take them to one of the bedrooms while I check for something."
Mr. Popo said a hasty, "Yes, Sire," before leading Tien into the palace and to a large bedroom. "You can put Yamcha down on this bed, and Mr. Popo will see to his wounds for now."
Tien carefully put Yamcha down on the bed, removing the soaked cloth, absentmindedly wiping some of the blood off his own chest.
Just then, Dende burst through the door. Glancing at Tien, he asked, "Are you hurt, too?"
Tien shook his head slowly.
"Good," Dende said as he rushed over to Yamcha. "I may need you to run an errand for me later." He stretched his arms towards Yamcha, and a green glow enveloped the pale man. The wrist wound closed immediately. "He's lost a lot of blood, this make take a while." He looked up at Tien and added softly, "Why don't you go clean up? Mr. Popo will come for you if we need anything, alright?"
Tien nodded. Feeling a bit of the fog lift from him, he asked, "Will he be alright?"
Dende looked back down at Yamcha and said, "I'm not going to lie to you." He looked back up again. "I don't know."
Tien turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Once Tien had closed the door, Mr. Popo asked Dende, "Sire, Mr. Popo thought that back on Namek you had healed Vegeta when he had had a hole in his middle the size of his head. You were much younger then and it didn't take you long."
"That's right," Dende replied. "But Vegeta had a great will to live and had held on. But Yamcha . . . I can tell that he did this to himself. His will to live is gone, so his spirit has already begun to go to the Other World. I don't know if I have the power to bring his spirit back, but I have the power to heal his body."
Mr. Popo nodded and watched as Dende attempted to bring back Yamcha's soul.
*
Tien stepped on the surprisingly warm tile floor. He closed the door and looked around the room with a kind of amazement at how well accommodated the barely ever used room was. Clean towels, a decently sized sink with extra toothbrushes, a large shower . . . and on top of all that, it was color coordinated! Soft teals and a calming shade of off white cradled him, and he felt a sense of peace. Reaching into the shower, he turned one of the metallic knobs and a soft rush of warm water sprung from the showerhead. It had been a long time since he had had a real shower. Since he usually lived in the middle of nowhere, how anything had become a delicacy.
He took off his pants and carefully laid them on the ground, quickly glancing at the door before taking off his underwear. Slipping into the shower, the blood on his chest became liquid when the water hit it, running a red trail down his body and swirling down the drain. Tien tilted his face up into the stream of water, some of the water misting and falling to his shoulders. He sat down and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, leaning back until he rested against the back of the tub. He slid down until he was sitting, pulling his knees to his chest and pressing two of his eyes against his knees until the back of his eyelids sparkled.
He refused to cry.
*
Author's Note: TADA! UPDATED! ^.^ Hope you enjoyed it, because I don't have a clue of what's going to happen by the end! ^.^;;;